Crying Birds
It was back in the days when the blackened haze
Made its way inside their brains
Altering fate with the rest
She was choking with the best
Long black hair curling down
Side of the road face in a frown
Making an attempt
An attempt not to feel now
She was cold
he was hurt
They were face down in the dirt
Left with the crying birds
Unable to sing yet
It was a very very nice evening
The night before
But here comes the anxious dawn
Here comes the shock of dawn
Spiral Higher
Wake to the sound of crying birds
Humans on fire
Wake to the sound
Spiral Higher
Wake to the sound of crying birds
Humans on fire
Wake to the sound
Of crying birds
February rolled around
With the quickening of the clouds
And she was once again in hell
Struggling to tell
How many wines it takes to make a better day
Or lips to break away from shame
Skyline berates her name
Blue blood thickens in her veins
Spiral Higher
Wake to the sound of crying birds
Humans on fire
Wake to the sound
Spiral Higher
Wake to the sound of crying birds
Humans on fire
Wake to the sound
Of crying birds
How can I stay here (How can I stay here)
I never hear birds singing
I only hear them weeping
She takes one step outside
Finds a dead butterfly
Says does this mean anything
Does this mean anything
Thought the blue would go she methim
Now she's sharing a bed with him
And the colours are getting bolder,wilder
Stagnant underneath ber skin
Head pressed to his Chest listening to the irregular
Heartbeat of a sinner understanding
Understanding absolutely nothing about the constructs of morality
Letting go of her sanity
But she was holding onto her vanity
Shouldn't be seeing him
Spiral Higher
Wake to the sound of crying birds
Humans on fire
Wake to the sound
Spiral Higher
Wake to the sound of crying birds
Humans on fire
Wake to the sound
Of crying birds
She said I may be just eighteen but believe me I have seen
Enough black seas of torment to come up and be contemplating death
It's not a place you want to go to
If I fell into the snow would you
Pick me up
Hold me up
Sit with me and talk with me
He said I always loved the sound of these sad, tormented birds
Their voices may not be usual
But I think their songs are beautiful
Why does something have less value if its harder to see into
Hey my love
It's kind of like you